The sky was dark.
The water in the drainage canal flowed swiftly.
Various shops lined the street.
This was evidently the architectural style of the steam era.
Losa saw many people with black umbrellas and rain boots, rushing by.
Most of them were dressed appropriately, wearing hats. Their clothes might be old and patched, but they still maintained a clean and tidy appearance.
Suddenly thrown into a strange world, a foreign city, Losa was a bit at a loss for a moment—he knew the most important thing right now was to meet up with his followers.
But in a densely populated city, finding specific individuals was indeed challenging.
He looked up and carefully examined the few tall buildings rising in the rain. The tallest of them was clearly the landmark building in Saluzzo; if everyone shared a tacit understanding, it should be the best meeting point.
